i used to fall asleep to you talking to me, i don't listen to anything now, nothing to do with us i'm just so tired of thinking about everything, i'm not afraid of being alone i just don't know what to do with my time, between you and me i thought it would all last a little while longer, but i'm learning to lie here in the quiet light while i watch the sky go from black to grey, learning how not to die inside a little every time i think about you and wonder if you are awake, you don't know anything, i think about you way more than anything else, i'm not that spiritual i still go out all the time to department stores, everything i need but none of this is getting me anywhere good, between you and me i still fall apart at the thought of your voice, and i'm learning to live without the heartache it gives me, nothing i wouldn't do for another few minutes, learning how not to cry every time there's another sad unbearable morning, but sometimes there's nothing i can do i can't help it it's you that i think i hear in the quiet light, am i crazy you're nowhere near me i guess i don't know what i'm saying, just call me i'll come to where you are alone in the quiet light

- Quiet Light, The National

can you hear the road from this place, can you hear footsteps, voices, can you see the blood on my sleeve, i have fallen in the forest, did you hear me, in the loneliness and the scream to prove to everyone that i exist, and the scream to bring the blood to the front of my face again, am i here, of course i am, all i need is a hand to drag me out again, it wasn't me, i didn't dig this ditch, i was walking for weeks before i fell in to the loneliness, and the scream to prove to everyone that i exist in the loneliness, and the scream to fill a thousand black balloons with air

- The Loneliness and the Scream, Frightened Rabbit

cold creeps through my fingertips like the frostbitten night up the length of my spine, i'm surrendering. cold creeps stole the innocence, look what they left me with. cold torturous instruments dig into my head again. a single silver thread strung around my neck. no one knows it's there cause no one thought to check. the creeps will pull the knot, and whistle as they work, and though they'll soon be gone they're certain to return. cold creeps in the silent attack, i know you'll be back. in the invisible hurt i know you'll return.